Sep 26, 2005 13:45
In Anansi Boys, Neil Gaiman writes that every life has a song and that few people know their own songs, but occasionally someone will unconsciously hum a few bars in the shower or on a bus. I hope I haven't found mine. Because if I have, it might be... "Slow Ride."
I can't stop humming the chorus. I'm sitting down with coffee and a book and suddenly, "Slow ride! Take it easy! Slow ride! Take it easy! Slow ride! Take it easy! Craig! Come in here and kill me! Slow ride! Take it easy!"
And if I have accidentally found the song of my life and it's by fucking Foghat, what does that mean? Where will Patrick "Slow Ride" Thomas be in twenty years? Will I be sitting in a dive bar, fatter, balding, and ponytailed? Maybe I'll have a shitty third-hand Harley. Maybe I will have named that Harley and forgotten the meaning of the name after a five year fog of whiskey and cocaine.
"Sweet wheels, chocacho. She got a name?"
"Hell yeah. That's Atalanta."
"What's that mean?
"... I used to know, man."